A sorcerette is
a cross between a seraph and a little witch. There's no telling what
she might do to you!"
"Oh!" cooed Joy.
It sounded like a very happy "Oh," and Clarence, experienced
love-pirate though he was, hadn't a way in the world of knowing that
Joy's pleasure came of being still undiscovered, not of his winning
ways.
She danced on with him to the very last note of the record,
enraptured to find that she really could dance, and came back to the
end of the room where Mrs. Hewitt still sat; her eyes starry with
delight.
"Oh, I can dance when I just go where the man takes me!" she cried.
"I never knew I could!"
"You dance very well," said John's quiet voice from behind his
mother's chair. "Will you dance with me now?"
Joy, regarding him, saw that he was vexed. Most people would not
have noticed it, but very few of his moods escaped Joy. He was a
little graver than usual, and his voice was quieter.
"If I can," she answered. "I thought you were dancing this with Miss
Maddox."
"I didn't think it would show proper courtesy to my fiancee to dance
first with some one else," John answered.
Clarence had set the music going again, and was swinging round the
room with Gail. As it began, John, with no more words, drew Joy out
on the floor with him.
She looked up in surprise at his words.
"Why--why, I didn't know I was that much of a fiancee to you. I
thought probably you'd rather be with Gail.
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